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What if the Jarls of Skyrim ran Holds other than their vanilla ones? What if the cosmic game of musical thrones landed them on different spots? Is Skyrim better... or worse? As with all things, it depends who you ask.

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dont_vex_me: were not adopting a kid bryn get ur shit together

Welcome to the AU where literally everything is the same except for one crucial difference: chatrooms are (ab)used by the members of the four main factions. Chapters will rotate between the Thieves Guild, the Companions, the Dark Brotherhood, and the College of Winterhold, and it'll be great I promise. Possibly there will be others too, don't count on it.

Warning: Do not, and I repeat, do not drink anything while reading this unless you want whatever you're drinking to end up all over your fic-reading device of choice. Many readers can attest to this.

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Teldryn Sero could hardly remember the last time in his life when he truly felt bored. For this, he was thankful. But when a charismatic, unusually tall Nord stumbles into the Retching Netch one late afternoon, the old Dunmer may have finally bitten off more than he can chew. None-the-less, his skills are always for hire... at the right price.

A re-telling of the Dragonborn storyline through the eyes of Teldryn Sero - intrepid companion and officially Too Old For This Shit™

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(The title is a nod to HP Lovecraft because Hermaeus Mora is just a love letter to him anyways).

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Thief: someone who relieves you of that which is yours. King: someone to whom the burdens of an entire kingdom belong. Thief: someone who relieves others of that which was stolen from you. King: someone with the right to pardon a thief.

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They aren't his dogtags.

That's the first thing he knows, and he knows that because he was fucking wearing his when he hit the rocks beside the river, and like his fucking coat and maybe his fucking soul they were fed to some HYDRA incinerator decades ago. So they're not. There's no fucking way.

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Goblet of Fire AU: "In fact, Harry decided that he was grateful for Cedric’s closeness. If they stayed close together, it felt, if they grabbed each other tight and didn’t let go, then maybe they could live through this."

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Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?" He asked, hoping a direct question would yield answers. The old man seemed adept at side-stepping information when asked a bit more deftly. “I’ve never heard of a Master with your level of talent.”

The old man seemed surprised. “If you’ve never heard of one like me, then what good would my name be? You wouldn’t know it.”

Obi-Wan felt a flare of irritation, and quickly squashed it. The old man blinked, as if he hadn’t expected to feel that, and he smiled, sadly. “My name is Luke,” he said, as if a peace offering.

The force trilled in his ear, and Obi-Wan frowned. "Luke what?" He asked, and the old man, this Luke, smiled wryly.

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Based off the Tumblr post: Lilo and Boo become room mates in college. They become fast friends, and Boo doesn't shy away from Stitch and Lilo doesn't think Mike Wazowski is a weird name for a fish. Everything is going smoothly, until one night when something sneaks into their dorm, and Stitch disappears into the closet...